He stands beside me like
unbidden desire,
summertime rainfall and blueberry teeth
the nook in your pack
that held your xanax,
a willow tree grazing the last tendrils
of the dozing sun,
and like sweet candy,
sticking to your tongue and coating your throat and
He tastes like more.
He is more.
•
with the settling of the night,
He holds me like I am afraid,
but that He will swallow it, for me
(always, for me)
promising me that the stars
that rest in my eyes
will awaken like the hands that palm my body
and He says I am custard, and I am cream
and He looks at me
like I am summertime rainfall,
blueberry teeth.
•
I swallowed a hand full of pills that night.
•
My body shook like a train passing by,
and He laid his talons
behind my left eye.
I wept,
and He carved half-moons,
hot, crimson lines up my legs,
an ugly yellow mark running along my throat.
the world was underwater,
and drown I tried,
but I only could spit the bile
that rose within me
towards Him,
towards heaven and towards hell.
•
He left my side,
and chased a dream that
others have dreamt clearer,
but my eyes are heavy,
and I feel his hand around my waist.
•
He is more.
and He is coming for more.
•
02/27/19
Tofu 